This is one of the reasons why my blog, Special Persons are People, Too! got conceived.

It’s not much really as I have failed to maintain it thinking it was a futile attempt at publicizing what my thoughts were regarding things, other special persons, and my pathetic quest to know more about my congenital defect. I did not have the absolute clarity as to the purpose of my putting up a blog. I felt it was useless; and my thoughts were: ‘Who am kidding? What in the world was I thinking putting up a blog nobody wants to read? To think I’m not an accomplished writer! Who cares about things like this?’

After several years of hiatus, I finally found better motivations not only to keep my blog afloat, but above all, to make something out of it as an instrument in service of humanity. On top of writing and sharing my thoughts and that of others’, I shall try to promote better understanding and awareness about us as God’s special creatures, to disseminate information as to the legitimacy and morality of our rlghts and privileges as also members of the society who ought not to be discriminated, oppressed, persecuted, looked down upon, bullied, and deprived of our basic needs having been borne to a society that should respect and celebrate those who are ‘slightly different’. It’s gonna be one tough journey; but we all have to start somewhere.

I pray for wisdom and resources for whatever purpose The Universe has drafted and designed for me.

Special Persons are People, Too is a literary hub where everyone is welcome to interact with persons with congenital physical deformities or defects, give advice, offer opportunities, or just simply to give support and show they care.

Being provided a fantastic site you can call your own is simply irresistible. Best of all, you can do whatever you want with it (for as long as you don’t go over the boundaries). It’s like winning the lottery; a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that you feel you have to really take care of and make the best of.

Thanks to the kindness of all the staff at wordpress.com and the community and other outfits that support them. Words can never suffice to show our gratefulness for these selfless people. Without them, Special Persons are People, Too could not have come into existence.

People like me-bloggers, authors/writers, companies, associations, and other organizations geared towards sharing and community interaction to foster goodwill among those who believe they can make a difference, now have a great avenue where they can impart insights and other important stuff to the world. It’s simply awesome!

Here, we hope to discuss about, and share experiences of, people who have physical deformities- their adversities, exploits, and most of all, their TRIUMPHS over their misfortunes.

Also, we will be posting about Bacolod City as a gateway to extend a glimpse about where we hail from, and we hope to feature articles about individual persons, entire organizations, government agencies, and other professionals somehow akin to our city and our advocacy.

We’re a newbie in this endeavor, and whatever help we can get, we would appreciate it very much. Kindly feel free to contact us for any suggestions, literary contributions, advice and other relevant things we need (like topics, articles, or links that can further help us improve).

About 5 months ago, I asked in a post when and how transgenders became all the rage in America:

Something is going on to which the American people are not privy.

Every evidence we have is that those who identify themselves as LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender) comprise no more than 5% of the U.S. population.…which means transgenders must be less than 1% of the U.S. population. And yet, if we go by the pervasive news about transgenders and the relentless drumbeat for “transgender rights” by every institution of the Left — by the media, pop culture, academia, and the Obama administration — you would think every other person you meet is a transgender….

The simple truth is that a person’s sex or gender is determined by our DNA, specifically, chromosomes: females have XX chromosomes; males have XY chromosomes. That means no amount of surgical mutilation and hormone “therapy” can…

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When I had officially gotten my PWD ID, I was informed to join the pre-Christmas party meeting that the barangay PWD members were about to have. To make a long story short, it was the first time ever in my life to have been with the company of special persons like myself in a sort of an official setting.

Much to my surprise, they were a bunch of great people. Some were hunchbacks. Others were amputees in crutches. Another amputee was in a wheelchair. Most had cleft palates and polio victims. They were exactly the opposite of the pathetic, helpless souls that are supposed to be in the closet 24/7 instead of out in the sun having a great, happy time.

Well indeed God is good; He has His special way of endowing His special children with the grace of joy that’s almost surreal. I can’t wait to see them again for the big day-The Christmas party!

This is a great moment! Was so happy to see this in my notifications page for Special Persons are People, Too blog! I feel so special, honored that I wish I got the time to really organize & edit the blog; feel like I am not giving back enough. Will make it up to you soon!

Thanks, my WordPress Family! Keep up the awesome works! This site is a blessing to humanity! Viva, WordPress!

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Where has the dash gone, again? CHINA-US FOCUS… All apologies but I dunno why I’ve gotten so particular with the disuse of my beloved dash. Seems like obssession. My penchant for this symbol is quite alarming already– I take screenshots to the point that I contemplated on sending the author a message to give a piece of my mind, like kind of a litany (or rather, eulogy?): it’s a sham for every writer to forget the value and literary impact of disusing this symbol; that a true literati should respect its relevance. Oh well…!

Apo Island is a peaceful, postcard-perfect island paradise. It has a rustic town, uniquely formed sea cliffs, an expansive snorkeling area, white-sand shores, and tree-covered hills. But like many of the amazingly beautiful places we’ve been around the country, its true beauty is hidden. The real gem of Apo Island lies beneath the blue waves, an array of magnificent dive sites whose beauty almost defy imagination. Our anniversary culminated with an excellent dive in one of these dive sites.

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In March 6th this year 2015, Mr. Diego Rivera posted this at Facebook. A friend of mine that I have wrote something about here tagged me just today and it’s only now that I have known of this. My friend says she feels very sad for the kid for having a hard time eating (yet managed to finish the serving on her own). I would love to know this kid more and talk about her here. I hope this post will inspire more people to treat us better and to respect our rights and privileges in the society. Through this, my friends and I hope to stop discrimination, promote social awareness, and rally for equal opportunities (particularly with employment) for people with disabilities.

My friend Lyle was born male. Named John Kyle Tutor, she said she just coined her nickname that way to make it sound like her other boy name. She had always been effeminate and her choice of gender was highly respected by everyone in her family. She says she is very lucky for having the kind of family she has because, compared with others just like her, her choice was never doubted; they just accepted her decision with not much ado.

Outside of her clan, however, was a different story. Although her home life has been happy and easy, in the real world was the exact opposite. Not only was she mocked for being a member of the third sex; she was, worst of all, constantly bullied for walking with a limp.

When she was yet a toddler, she was in the care of an aunt when Lyle was diagnosed with poliomyelitis (or commonly called polio), a highly infectious viral disease that targets the spinal cord affecting mainly young kids. It results in paralysis of one or both lower extremities, thus one or both legs. It is debilitating and crippling in worst cases. For my friend Lyle, vaccination was too late.

With the unwavering support of her loving family, she vowed to be oblivious of what the world has to say about her. What mattered most was the fact that she stood by her Live and Let Live philosophy: as long as she doesn’t hurt anyone, she has also the right to live her life like everyone else, no matter what.

Lyle is a graceful spirit loved by everyone she has come to touch the lives of. She loves to have fun, and she’s never boring to be with. She tries to be there for her nieces and nephews, and she catered to the family business alongside her parents and other siblings.

She has the knack for business. Just recently, she branched out of the family business to set up her own niche in the same food industry with a franchise– and blessings– from her family. Her career keeps her busy, but she never fails to be there for those who need her.

Through sheer will power, happy disposition, and a resilient faith, she has managed to triumph over her handicap. That’s my friend Lyle.

I have been reading a lot lately and I noticed that many posts, articles, essays and other good-reads had the dash missing where they should have been placed.

Between words- that is.

A dash is a punctuation mark that is similar to a hyphen or minus sign, but differs from both of these symbols primarily in length and function. The most common versions of the dash are the en dash (–) and the em dash (—), named for the length of a typeface‘s lower-case n and upper-case M respectively -Wikipedia.

There are four kinds of dashes used in the English language for writing. What I particularly refer to here is the en dash. The short one that looks like a hyphen or a minus sign. Beyond Way-Finding. Best-Selling Status. Over-the-counter medicines. Two-year course…

I really think I crossed a boundary or two for doing this i.e. messing with other writers’ literary license. But I’m just speaking my mind out here to defend the rights of the dash. It deserves to exist. To be used. To be properly used-where and when words need it.